…and as it turns out, real blankets have been the order of the most recent days. due to the cold (sub-50-degree…just a hair from freezing) temperatures and the fact that our heater likes to trip its circuit breaker without reason or warning at the onset of darkness, i’ve been spending most of my hours under the comfortable enfolding grace of my bed.
now let’s make my writer’s craft(y/ &) intent transparent and force that into an analogy for what i really want to say: i wish with all my might that i was under a different kind of blanket right now–the kind that means the end is at hand, or in sight. a blanket that helpers throw over the shoulders of a disaster survivor to let him know he is safe and on the way home, for example. here’s another: the one that is worn like a cape around the skinny frame of the victor of a 26-mile battle. or, lastly: the linen wrapping (yes, christ’s shroud no less) that is the tape binding two souls for the first time as they begin their life’s journey thenceforth as one.
right now, i am in the middle of the air crash (please pull me out); in the first mile of the race (and fading fast); and wondering with all the rest of the world if and when i will ever be full enough of love to give it to someone else.
